My divorce is going crazy! My husband's whole family is dumbfounded

Sometimes, she wanted him to be rough with her.

He caught her again, buried his head in her waist, kissed and bit her, and spoke passionate love words to her.

"Why is your waist so swaying?"

"I like it. Do you want to try it?"

"Where to try?"

"Try it on you!"

The two of them were flirting with each other.

"Why did you straighten your hair?"

“Because it feels good when it moves!”

"Where are you moving?"

"Move on you!"

The more he talked, the more explicit his words became, his kisses and bites never leaving her waist.

"Hmm... this feels so good. I want it from time to time. Give me more."

She breathed deeply and lightly, liking the way his kissed her.

"Until you beg for mercy."

He simply loves her to death!

Bu Yufan held Wen Lan's hand and walked out of the Mystery Gallery.

"Little duck, what's going on here?"

He looked at the traces of construction and asked casually.

"Little Dog, I bought this place. I want to open a Jazz dance studio with a cafe and art gallery outside. I can also hold small exhibitions."

"Gu Zuoshan's design?"

"Wow, Boss, you can see that?"

The two of them were chatting idly.

"Come on, I'll drive! You've been flying all day, take a break."

Wen Lan asked him for the car keys.

"Where's the car? Bu Yufan?"

She didn't see his green Aston Martin.

"Where's the car? Where is it?"

He also became nervous.

Then, in front of her eyes, he pressed the car key.

The car lights are on.

The car door opened.

Wen Lan was startled.

"what is this?"

She looked at the light purple car in front of her and asked a particularly stupid question.

"This should be a car? Right!"

He teased her.

"Bu Yufan! A gift for me? A Rolls-Royce?"

"Ah."

He didn't care.

"You don't want it?"

he asked.

"Of course I want it!"

Wen Lan snatched the car keys and jumped over happily.

"This color, wow, so beautiful!"

"I've ordered it for a long time, but it just arrived yesterday. I just opened it for you."

This is the latest customized Ghost, in azalea purple color.

"Azalea purple? It reminds me of Dailing."

She touched the beautiful purple.

“Just consider it a souvenir.”

He encouraged her to take it for a test drive.

Next, I naturally received her praise.

She tried each button one by one, and said "wow" to the shooting star, "wow" to the lemon green color scheme, and even the automatic curtains made her exclaim several times.

Bu Yufan admired her frankness and authenticity very much.

"The curtains are nice, aren't they?"

He recalled the time when they were caught kissing at a highway service area 18 days after they separated.

"Yeah! It makes me want to do something bad."

"Why don't you leave quickly?"

He urged her.

"I'm going to take you to do something bad now!"

28th floor.

He hugged her in the elevator.

"Don't do that, someone will see you."

She was worried about surveillance, so for the first time she spoke to him in a sweet and coquettish tone.

"Are you afraid of being seen? Just now you wanted to do it with me in that empty house."

He didn't let her go, but instead he kept touching her with more and more enthusiasm.

"You dirty talk."

She had no way to refute it, so she had to attack him.

"Then you also talk dirty, I love listening to it."

He followed her wishes and put pressure on her again.

Bu Yufan carried her to the master bedroom on the second floor, holding her in one hand and groping in the drawer with the other.

"What flavor do you like?"

he asked her affectionately.

"Well...I told you last time that I like you."

She thought he was going to let her choose the set.

"Miss, I mean, what kind of bath spray do you like? Do you like to use mine? What of mine do you plan to use to bathe?"

He was fiddling with several bath oils in his hands and showing them to her.

"Bu Yufan, you're playing tricks on me again!"

She got angry and pinched his chest.

"I won't wash it!"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

He placed her on the cabinet.

"It's okay if you don't wash it. Anyway, I don't mind you being a dirty little cat. But don't be embarrassed later."

"Why should I be embarrassed?"

Bu Yufan grabbed her ankles and asked her to look at the soles of her feet.

She had just danced barefoot, and the soles of her feet were black.

“I can’t use my feet!”

She talked back.

"Who told you that you can't use it?"

He leaned close to her ear and made her blush.

Wen Lan chose a vanilla-scented bath oil for herself.

When she came out of the bathtub with wet hair, emitting a sweet and charming fragrance all over her body, and wearing his favorite "very transparent" nightgown, Bu Yufan pushed open the bathroom door and walked in.

"Why, are you shy?"

He saw that she had fair skin and was covered in a light purple veil that seemed to be invisible, and her face was flushed with a peachy pink color.

She nodded.

"You just danced so hot for me, but you're not shy?"

"Just now, with the sunset lights and that kind of atmosphere, the more flirtatious and explicit it is, the more attractive it is. Now, do I have too many bruises on my body and it doesn't look good?"

she asked him worriedly.

"I have a lot of scars on my body, too. Do they look bad too?"

He asked her back.

"Of course not, you're the best looking."

She threw herself into his arms, caressing his tight muscles through his shirt.

"You're not going to cover it up today?"

Bu Yufan looked at her chest, which was a whole piece of almost transparent lavender French Levis lace.

"Bu Yufan, your hands are so powerful that you can unbutton my underwear with just one hand. You can still take off whatever I wear."

Wen Lan was embarrassed by his question. Whenever this happened, she had to turn defense into offense.

"My hands are powerful?"

As Bu Yufan spoke, he placed his hands on her chest and held her.

"Just being able to unbutton your underwear?"

He leaned down and rubbed his tall nose against hers. What Wen Lan was most addicted to was his kind of distant kiss.

Every time his beautiful lips approached hers, with a bit of masculine roughness, and were about to give them to her, he would immediately withdraw.

Her heart suddenly felt empty.

At this time, he came back to fill her up, and after giving her for a while, she still wasn't satisfied and wanted to chase him for more.

The movements of his hands, like his elusive kiss, made her feel up and down.

At times like this, just like when she was arguing with him, Wen Lan always had to take back the initiative.

She pulled off his tie and threw it away casually, then unbuttoned his clothes one by one, and pressed her soft and fragrant body against his well-defined chest.

That powerful, firm touch, with his body temperature and masculinity, left its mark on her body.

Even at this moment, if Bu Yufan did nothing but hugged her forever, she would feel extremely happy and beautiful.

He lowered his head and began to kiss her, his stubble rubbing against her shoulders. Her hands were not idle either, she continued to undress him, tenderly...